We are here one minute from now
considering what it means to be the future.
There is no way to be from out there, is there?
Do not be tickled by travel. Our time will unravel
as each precipice becomes a cowardice, never brave
enough to wind up all the way at the bottom. Thank
bod for that fear. We are as a physical as a derivative
in the survival sense. Breathing-prohibitive. There is
a New Orleans in the canopy, wreathing the planet
with food and humid assertions. O sweet stray dog,
will you sleep next to our bank statements? Will you
watch horror movies so we do not have to? Or at least
have watched. You do not need to re-live your previous
sutures. We are all under general anesthesia, waiting
to cut the rug with our extremely fluttery hearts.
Roman Ryan 